The night before last I drew a picture "to Duncon Greve".

I try and write what I'm feeling. Some people can write a story, others can easily talk about it. I draw it.

When I get mad I get so flustered, then my thoughts clog up and I don't articulate properly. But when I'm on my own and drawing I can express everything that got pent up inside of me.

What I hate is when people see my completed, really well-done pictures, only say, "Wow, that's nice," and move on.

This girl Michelle played for us a CD that she and a bunch of her friends made. I complimented her and added, "It would sound awesome with a realsymphony in the background." We also fell to discussing the subject of the lyrics.

So, if a picture is worth a thousand words then why don't people see and articulate meanings in my work?

I ask myself, am I that shallow?

Analyze and answer: No.

*~*

It's time to change my haiku from:

"If a picture is

worth a thousand words why, then,

should I be talking?"

to:

"If a picture is

worth a thousand words why, then,

is no one talking?"

~*~

"'Why, you have nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo!' Sam exclaimed.

..."'I have quite finished , Sam,' said Frodo. 'The last pages are for you.'" RotK